sheldrake

oh em gee I found a site full of sweeties! Thing is, I don't actually like sweets all that much. They make my mouth hurt. Still, excited for nostalgia reasons. I particularly recommend the 'Boiled Sweets' section, it is most excellent. And they've got chocolate 'cigarettes'! Or 'sticks' as they're now called. Sticks... wrapped in paper... in cigarette packets. Yeah.

Haha, my old boss J rang me up to beg me to come back and work for them, implying that they'd match the package the new people had offered me. Um, yeah, TOO LATE BITCH! Ha. Then I got a letter from my old studio manager S, apologising for J's behaviour and assuring me that my job will be open for me to take back until ooh, approximately the end of time. I'll just be over here enjoying my in-demand-ness until I actually have to start the new job and inevitably fall flat on my face. :)


Dyed my hair again. Weather is mucho crap. That is all.

EAT: I just have to edit to include a link to this other fab site, to which I was directed by rochefort - Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit Down. Great biscuit section.

ETA: AHAHA, EAT?? Hellooo, calling Mr Freud...

On Thursday last, I (along with several others) was pleased to dine at the residence of the redoubtable clara_swift and family, where I witnessed the remarkable ability of the younger Master Swift to turn his ears inside out, so resembling those of an elf. We later played parlour games, and I failed miserably at a fiendish amusement in which the players are required to match famous actors up according to the moving pictures in which they have acted together. (This despite the kind efforts of the elder Master Swift and the lovely Miss Swift, who read out the answers to me from under the table). My team, however, later proved the victors when it came to Trivial Pursuit (children's version). Indeed, the Swifts are most excellent hosts, and I must thank them for a very delightful evening.

Then, just yesterday, it was my pleasure to receive into my humble abode the ever-charming lobelia321, along with the elder Master Sackville-Baggins. We lunched on the patio, due to the clemency of the weather, and the conversation proved lively and amusing. Later, we visited a famed example of local architecture, drank coffee at a rather questionable establishment, and accidentally went on an unplanned tour of the outlying areas of the town, for which example of my regrettable woolly-headedness I must once again apologise to the lady in question, whose excellent company it was my honour to entertain for the day.

[/early nineteenth century]

I have signed up for this two lines challenge thingy. Maybe this will spur me into actually finishing something. Just lately, I seem to have fallen into this trap of having an apparently brilliant-wow-genius idea, writing a page/paragraph/sentence (the actual amount written is getting increasingly smaller) and then having another brilliant-wow-genius idea, which this time is really brilliant, no it is, not like that last one which turns out, now I think about it, to be rubbish, and must therefore be abandoned in disgust. Almost all the ideas seem to be for weird historical AUs, or pointless spoofs, or hopeless origfic.

*beats up own brain*

Ah, well. Such is life. Farewell, friends. I go, with trepidation, to the word-processing application. But maybe I'll just have another cup of tea first. Or, I need to make some icons. And there's some ironing that needs doing...

Today I had morning tea and afternoon coffee, which is of course utterly bad and wrong.

I was looking through some stuff earlier and found the first thing I wrote in this fandom. It was Domlijah, and it never got finished, mainly because I thought the characterisation was shot to bits. But rereading it, it didn't seem quite as bad as I remembered, so I finished it (after a fashion) and rejigged it a bit, and thought I may as well post it in here, just in case anyone's really bored. :) It's more of a snippet than anything.

( Mild, inconsequential fluff )

...read this, and then have a nice cup of tea:

( If People Disapprove Of You )

Have overdosed on tea made in the new teapot I got for Christmas. Ah, tea, how I love you.

Am off soon to party somewhere in the dark frozen wastes of East Anglia with I know not whom. Hmmm... New Year and me have a nasty habit of not mixing. I should probably stay in bed. Well, we shall see.

In other news
Why can I not write a fic without someone or everyone getting completely, mind-shatteringly drunk out of their tiny little skulls? Well, except DIR stuff where they started on lemonade and moved on to tea. I fear they will all be drunk in the next one.

Oh well. I blame Elijah.